The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 132
When walking halfway, Han Qianluo felt that she couldn't bear it anymore, so she found a place to rest, and when she was walking for a while, she regretted not renting an ox cart.

"Miss, do you know how to get to Qianyangli?" A fat middle-aged woman came over and asked, looking very polite, behind her was a very plain-looking carriage.

Han Qianluo looked at this person quietly, and he looked like a kind-hearted person, so he replied: "I am Qianyangli, and I want to go back now." In fact, she said this because she hoped that this person was really a A kind-hearted person can give her a ride.

The fact did not disappoint her. This is indeed a kind-hearted person. Hearing what she said, he quickly said: "If you don't mind, girl, you can take my car back."

"Then thank you Madam." Han Qianluo said happily.

Sitting outside the carriage, Han Qianluo randomly found a topic: "Madam, what are you doing in Qianyangli, I have never seen you before?"

Although Qianyangli is a wide area, there are not many people. Everyone is very familiar with each other. They even know the relatives of any family. Even if some don't know their names, they are familiar with their faces.

"I'm not from Qianyangli, and I haven't been there before, so it's normal that the girl hasn't seen me." The woman said kindly.

Han Qianluo is very bored now, so he brought out the spirit of breaking the casserole and asking the end, and continued to ask: "Then what are you going to do?"

"I'm looking for my sister's son. My sister's family is dead, leaving only one son. I'm here this time to pick him up." The woman said, looking a little sad.

But Han Qianluo didn't care whether she was sad or not, she was remembering who died and left a son in Qianyang, but she couldn't think of it after thinking about it for a while.Unable to figure it out, he asked directly: "I remember that there is no such family in Qianyang?"

"Qianyangli is our natal family, so you may not know it. I heard that after my sister died, her son was driven back." The lady explained.

Han Qianluo thought for a while, but still couldn't think of a person who met this requirement: "Madam, there is no such child as you mentioned in Qianyang."

"No?" Madam couldn't believe it at all, "How could it be possible? Girl, think about it again, it's impossible."

Before Han Qianluo could speak, the middle-aged man driving beside him said, "Ma'am, is it possible that those two are lying to you?"

The expression on Madam's face changed immediately when she heard this, the original kind expression completely disappeared, and the angry look made her look dignified: "How dare they lie to me?"

"Ma'am, I heard a piece of news." The driver said cautiously.

"What news, tell me quickly." Madam said angrily.

The man driving the car said cautiously: "I heard that those two people are very bad-hearted, but they always pretend to be good people in front of you. I heard that they hate Master Biao very much and threatened to sell Master Biao. Let it go, let Master Biao be like his mother..."

The driver didn't finish what he said behind, because at this moment Madam's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and she was almost dripping with ink, and she said lightly: "If they dare to sell Song'er, I will let you They regret coming into this world."

Han Qianluo couldn't help shivering, and regretted taking this ride in his heart. How could this man be kind, he was simply a wolf in sheep's clothing.

But after hearing the name "Song'er", she felt a little familiar about this matter, hesitated for a while and asked, "What's the name of your sister's son?"

Madam probably was in a bad mood, so she didn't answer her question, but the driver next to her replied, "Master Biao's surname is Pan, and his name is Song."

It really is a global village, the world is really as small as a village.Han Qianluo thought, with black lines all over his face.

The driver noticed her abnormality, and asked suspiciously: "What's the matter with you, girl, do you know our young master Biao?"

Han Qianluo didn't dare to say that she knew each other. After all, it might just be the same name and surname, so she just said: "More than a year ago, I saw a woman selling a little boy in the market with a bad attitude, so I sent him After buying it, he said his name was Pan Song.”

As soon as the words fell, the woman in the carriage opened the door curtain at once, stared at her seriously and said, "Girl, are you sure?"

Han Qianluo thought to himself: I am not sure about the person I bought back.But you can't say that in your mouth, but nodded affirmatively: "I don't know if he is your sister's son, anyway, he did say that his name is Pan Song."

"Girl, can you take us to your house, okay?" Madam asked again in her previous kind manner.

Han Qianluo had no reason to object, so he took the two of them to his home, and as soon as he opened the gate of the yard, he saw Pan Song picking vegetables in the yard.

"Song'er." The lady who came in after him uttered a cry of surprise, and quickly ran over to embrace the bewildered Pan Song in her arms.

The driver of the car also came in quickly, but he had to be more rational, and quickly persuaded: "Madam, calm down."

The woman quickly let go of Pan Song, held his shoulders and asked, "Song'er, do you still remember Auntie?" Pan Song looked at her blankly, and it took a long time for the blank expression on his face to fade away. He became delighted: "Auntie." Then Ji Ji hugged the woman.

Han Qianluo didn't delay the two of them talking, and after putting the basket away, she went to cook. Of course, she prepared meals for the two of them.

She kept thinking about this matter while cooking. Of course, she was not questioning the authenticity of this matter, but was wondering whether Pan Song should leave with this woman. She was not sure if the auntie really liked her. Pan Song, will he be abused after taking him back, without food or something? If so, it's better to let Pan Song stay here.

During the meal, the woman didn't say anything, until the lunch was over, she said: "Miss Han, thank you for taking care of Song'er for so long, I want to take her back, I don't know what kind of grandma Han is. how do you feel?"

"Of course there is no problem. You are his aunt, so you are naturally more suitable to raise him." Han Qianluo said, she has no position to keep him, and what to do with her, this woman is either rich or noble, She can't give Pan Song a better future.

When Madam heard what Han Qianluo said, she showed a smile: "It's great that Miss Han thinks so. It will take a long way to go back from here, so we will leave this afternoon."

"So anxious?" Han Qianluo was a little surprised, "Let's rest for one night before leaving."

At this time, the driver on the side started to explain: "Miss Han, it's like this, Madam wants to go back before the master's birthday, so I don't dare to delay, I hope you don't worry too much, miss."

"How could it be?" Han Qianluo stood up and said, "Then I'll go and pack his things." After speaking, he went into the house to pack his things.

Soon Pan Song also came in, stood beside her and whispered, "Sister Han, I will miss you."

"What are you talking about?" Han Qianluo said with a smile, but he was a little worried. After thinking about it, he finally decided to give him some money, just in case. It was inconvenient, so in the end I gave two gold cakes and some copper coins.

"Xiaosong, you take the money, don't let others know, even your aunt, you should let her know, you know?" Han Qianluo warned, she was really worried about this woman.

Pan Song carefully hid the money: "I know, Sister Han, I won't let anyone know."

"Okay, let's go out." Han Qianluo took the packed things and went out with another thing.

After walking into the yard, the woman turned her head and glanced at the man driving the car, and as if the man driving the car had received some kind of signal, he took out a dozen gold cakes from his purse and handed them to Han Qianluo: "Han Miss, Young Master Biao owes you for your care, I hope you will accept this little money."

Han Qianluo did not reach out to take it, but refused: "There is no need for the money, I treat him like my younger brother."

The woman came over and put a dozen gold coins into Han Qianluo's hands: "I remember Miss Han said that she bought Song'er from a woman."

Although the words were not finished, Han Qianluo understood what she meant, and took out the deed of sale at that time, but did not hand it to the woman, but threw it into the stove and burned it. When doing these things, She stared closely at the expression on the woman's face, hoping to see what the woman was thinking.

But the facts proved that for a person like her with a simple living environment, she should not try to read the thoughts in the hearts of those who are good at intrigue.

"Then let's go." The woman took Pan Song and left without mentioning her parents from the beginning to the end.

Looking at the direction they left, Han Qianluo was still a little disappointed. After living together for such a long time, she had indeed regarded Pan Song as her younger brother, who was sensible and well-behaved, and could help a lot.

"What's the matter, Xiao Luo, are you reluctant?" Han Qingquan came over and asked.

Han Qianluo glanced at him, and found that he didn't have any expression of reluctance, as usual, so he said with some dissatisfaction, "Brother, don't you even feel reluctant?"

"What is there to be reluctant about?" Han Qingquan asked with a smile, "It must be much better for him to follow his aunt than to follow us, so we should be happy for him."

Han Qianluo was stunned for a moment, then said quietly, "I know, but I still can't bear it."

"He's not from our family, and it's only a matter of time before he leaves."

(End of this chapter)